=Right or wrong=
.... am I right or wrong?
Will fade away even though I stay, espewing my guts out onto every medium I can find. Hand out my work like napkins. The irony is lost on me. Faded revolution. A renaissance of the common man. You, My, Ours. The great collective smearing colors and shapes (I want to say feces) over each other's eyes...
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.... am I right or wrong?
Will fade away even though I stay, espewing my guts out onto every medium I can find. Hand out my work like napkins. The irony is lost on me. Faded revolution. A renaissance of the common man. You, My, Ours. The great collective smearing colors and shapes (I want to say feces) over each other's eyes...
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= Forest for the trees =
Where have I been, where am I going, etc. etc. tah-tee-tah-tee-tah
Dull ache of a high metabolism, high expectations, high fashion.
Fashion these words into a noose around your neck. Break through the air like we often do while walking. I am dead and lifeless. A nothing never traveling on a train downtown.
Crawl, fall, focus, free me.
Find...
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Where have I been, where am I going, etc. etc. tah-tee-tah-tee-tah
Dull ache of a high metabolism, high expectations, high fashion.
Fashion these words into a noose around your neck. Break through the air like we often do while walking. I am dead and lifeless. A nothing never traveling on a train downtown.
Crawl, fall, focus, free me.
Find...
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= Cause for alarm =
Fleating emotions.
Why did I do it? Why did he do it?
Knife-life words. Knife words. Cut cut cutting.
$1 million to $1.
Don't stand a chance. Hunter S. Thompson meets geek.
Geek, tweak, nostalgia.
It claws. Deep claws. Clickety-clackety-claws.
Foolish feelings. Foolish emotions.
Clickety-clackety-claws.
Fleating emotions.
Why did I do it? Why did he do it?
Knife-life words. Knife words. Cut cut cutting.
$1 million to $1.
Don't stand a chance. Hunter S. Thompson meets geek.
Geek, tweak, nostalgia.
It claws. Deep claws. Clickety-clackety-claws.
Foolish feelings. Foolish emotions.
Clickety-clackety-claws.
= Crumble to the ground =
With the most grave of urgencies I must tell you know that there's nothing left, and never ever will be. The subtext flows mysteriously divided from a subterranean cave to the north; my mind. You (and you know who you are) will never see all of these, never know all of me, but what's there to know if nothing...
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With the most grave of urgencies I must tell you know that there's nothing left, and never ever will be. The subtext flows mysteriously divided from a subterranean cave to the north; my mind. You (and you know who you are) will never see all of these, never know all of me, but what's there to know if nothing...
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= Standards =
How many words will it take. How long will it take? Hours days months years moments memories, a fervor of deconstruction destruction. Questionable motives. Questionable reasons. Questionable why I even try. Don't question me. I have good intentions, wether or not they concur with my motives and reasons.
Can you connect. Catch the feeling. Catch the vibe of the virus pulsating and...
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How many words will it take. How long will it take? Hours days months years moments memories, a fervor of deconstruction destruction. Questionable motives. Questionable reasons. Questionable why I even try. Don't question me. I have good intentions, wether or not they concur with my motives and reasons.
Can you connect. Catch the feeling. Catch the vibe of the virus pulsating and...
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= The life I once knew =
Contain. Contain me. Subtract the life I knew. Blow apart all the feeling I ever had. Subtract the life I once knew. Once cared about. Simple. Seeing this is simple. Feeling this is easy. Feelings come with out a second thought. I don't have to think anymore. They just come. Yet I don't cum. Strange the indifference, the...
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Contain. Contain me. Subtract the life I knew. Blow apart all the feeling I ever had. Subtract the life I once knew. Once cared about. Simple. Seeing this is simple. Feeling this is easy. Feelings come with out a second thought. I don't have to think anymore. They just come. Yet I don't cum. Strange the indifference, the...
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= Not enough words in the world =
I will build a library of words. Stoic moments frozen in repeating moments for everyone to see...
... at their convenience.
No more the wicked games of time. [ Trapped tick-a-tack-a-tickety-tapped. ]
Clever and abstract, cleave her and stab her back.
Frost covered windows betray the sound,
of all life's goodness melting in the ground.
I will build a library of words. Stoic moments frozen in repeating moments for everyone to see...
... at their convenience.
No more the wicked games of time. [ Trapped tick-a-tack-a-tickety-tapped. ]
Clever and abstract, cleave her and stab her back.
Frost covered windows betray the sound,
of all life's goodness melting in the ground.
= Scatter to the wind =
Skillful trife the solid life, brought up by strife, wasted life.
Childhood torn asunder, ripped away her heart, like a rag doll girl.
She choked on the blood of a trouble past, this wasn't mean to last.
Nothing is meant to last.
From the time she came to when time will rearrange her stolid heart.
Two shall part, two...
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Skillful trife the solid life, brought up by strife, wasted life.
Childhood torn asunder, ripped away her heart, like a rag doll girl.
She choked on the blood of a trouble past, this wasn't mean to last.
Nothing is meant to last.
From the time she came to when time will rearrange her stolid heart.
Two shall part, two...
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= Touch Me =
Touch touch in touch with the spirit.
Touch touch in touch with god.
Touch touch in touch with the spirit.
Touch touch in touch with god.
I am. I am. I am nothing.
I am. I am. I am nothing.
I am. I am. I am nothing.
... but that's something, isn't it?
... but that's some thing ...
... isn't...
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Touch touch in touch with the spirit.
Touch touch in touch with god.
Touch touch in touch with the spirit.
Touch touch in touch with god.
I am. I am. I am nothing.
I am. I am. I am nothing.
I am. I am. I am nothing.
... but that's something, isn't it?
... but that's some thing ...
... isn't...
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